Poem : What I Want
Not a measured, practiced smile ---- I crave A smile that wells from blood-stirred haemoglobin's tide. No crocodile tears ------ But briny drops I seek To rinse the soul,to cleanse all sins In salted streaks. No masks, no painted grace ----- I look for A face that draws innocent kisses on the cheek. --------------------------------- Poet : Dr. Goutam Kumar Mallick.
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